Scrutinized | Tanner x Reader

chapter 2 ~

notes:
me: something cool will happen this chapter
this chapter: nothing cool happens
sorry!!! been super busy lately but i hope this is better then nothing :broken heart:

You awoke to the sound of pots clashing together downstairs. Although a light sound, it interrupted your sleep, causing you to jolt up. Your thoughts jumbled as Tanner clumsily made his way up the ladder. He was still in the same clothes as he was last night, his hair still styled neatly as well. He noticed you were awake, again.

"Good morning (Y/N)! Hope you slept well. Sorry for making a ruckus downstairs." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Still half asleep, you only nodded. "Hope you're hungry, I made you breakfast!" His words slipped over your head, no matter what he said your brain refused to listen. Tanner's fists clenched and he leaned in closer to you, "Hey, wake up, sleepyhead." He cooed, holding your cheeks in his hands calmly, despite his aggressive stance earlier. Your brain finally came to terms with your surroundings.

"Can you... at least undo the zip-ties on my wrists?" You weeped, Tanner scoffed. "Nope, not yet!" He got up and made his way downstairs. Sighing, you laid your head down and waited. A minute or two later, the sound of footsteps approached the bottom of the ladder to the attic.

"(Y/N)! Shut your eyes, I've got a surprise for you!" Tanner called from downstairs. You shivered, but complied, shutting your eyes. "I hope your eyes are shut." He sneered. Although it took him a minute, Tanner made his way upstairs. After hearing him moving things around for the tenth time today, he spoke up, "Ok, open your eyes." Reluctantly, you opened them. In front of you was a few boxes stacked up to make a table. On top of the boxes was a plate of scrambled eggs. Behind the boxes sat Tanner, smiling at you.

"Hope you're hungry." He smiled, sitting up and kneeling next to you. His hands made their way to the knife and fork sitting next to the plate. He cut up the food and put a small bit onto the fork. Tanner grinned at you, "Open wide!" He said, bring the fork to your mouth. Not knowing what he could've done to the food, you turned your head. Tanner frowned, annoyed.

"What if you've done something to it? I don't want it, I'm not hungry anyway." You muttered, keeping your eyes on him. Tanner didn't take the fork away from your face, "If I wanted to poison you you'd have a needle in your neck, and come on! You haven't ate since lunchtime yesterday! At least try to have something, I made it for you." It was obvious he was trying to guilt trip you, but maybe complying would make him happy. Uncomfortably, you opened your mouth and Tanner scraped the food from the fork into your mouth.

It was plain scrambled eggs, nothing special. At least it wasn't poisoned. Your head looked anywhere but Tanner's direction, silently chewing your food. Tanner patiently waited for you to finish, only to give you another fork full of egg. Eventually the plate was empty, and you felt full. "Aw good, you finished all of it, so you were hungry." He smiled. Without another word, Tanner made his way downstairs, presumably to clean up.

How weird, what was this guy's deal? Sighing, you laid your head back, the pain in your wrists getting worse by the minute. You hoped let you go, even for a minute, but you'd have to wait and see...